So tired out, so hopeful, with little lilts of joy to touch me once in a while, so short on sleep, can't rest, can't sit down, can't think about anything except tabulating numbers and lining up everything I'm going to do in a streamlined way.
I worked really hard yesterday to put together two crock pots for us tonight. After I work late I'm going to use my treat receipt and sit for a moment at Starbucks and work on Winter Light and writing. I am so tired I don't know if I miss it, but I'm sure I do.